In the past four years or so, I've taken a step back from the age of technology.

I have no concept of an I-pad. In fact, it sounds like something sold to Adults on the Huggies' aisle.

I've seen an I-phone once or twice, but fail to see why I'd want to purchase such an expensive telephone with impossible-to-dial numbers.

I've heard the terms 3G and 4G, but I'm not sure I could tell you what happened to 1G and 2G. Apparently, the G-family moved into my neighborhood while I was away and phone companies can't stop talking about during commercials them while I'm trying to watch a football game.

I see people walking with one of those bluetooth earpieces and they seem out of place- a wannabe Trekkie- three hundred years too soon, as if they were trying to impress others with their cool electronic tumor growing out of their ear. Look Ma! No hands.

I tried using a Palm Pilot for a short while... but it never took. Too much Palm hassle, not enough automatic Pilot.

In short, I've seemingly become the grumpy old man content with my pen, paper, and antiquated telephone from 1999. Though... it's odd to type that on my web log. Move over Andy Rooney, I'm about to join you on the old-man bench.

'nuff said.